"Telepathic phonelike thing?" says Shell Bell. "It's very handy, do you want in? I've already added Jarvis to announce myself when I first arrived, you could talk to him wherever without making a sound."
[It also does text channel. And busy messages that pop up according to arbitrarily complicated algorithms, although since in this world I've only added you, Jarvis, and Darcy, I don't think you'll need those unless you want me to throw a dozen of your friends in too.]
[This is more convenient. You can't lose it, it works underwater and in loud environments, and it's free. But as you like.]
"Appear to them - now with new and improved anti-nudity algorithms - introduce myself, ask them if they want brainphones?" she shrugs. "Is there some non-obvious other way I could be of help?"
"It's not like I can't teleport onto a plane," Bell points out. "Pepper? That's a cute name."
"My real name is Bell. The shell part is a nickname. Remember how I was bringing shells into Milliways since I was six? It doesn't warn me when it's going to give me a door, and having shells on my person or not was the difference between staying three days, starving, or staying three weeks, getting a reasonable meal every day and more time to learn things and look for some magic or tech I could take home and be that little bit safer. I left bags of clamshells near every door I ever went through and pitched a fit if someone moved them. The rhyme just made it even more obvious."
"Huh. Anyway, do you want me to go see about talking to your friend who might be on an airplane?"